Title: The Father of the Moon Princess- Part 1
Author: Irongrip
E-mail:Irongrip62@aol.com
Rating: PG
A decently original Sailor Moon FanFic by Irongrip

Disclaimer: I ask that you awesome people who read this fanfic be patient with me, as I know just a little about Japanese culture and language, so don't be too harsh when I mess it up. To ease this, this fanfic will nearly be entirely in English, with a few simple Japanese words like "Senshi" and the like.


The Father of the Moon Princess


Episode 1:
Prologue-- Love Lost



Earth Year: 978 C.E. (The Common Era)
Location: The Moon


Smoke and dust swirled through the thinning air, ample evidence of the violence that had occurred only too recently. Debris seemed to be the only things within sight, betraying the fact that buildings had once stood, tall and proud and beautiful against the constantly starlit sky. But now the ashes of a once glorious kingdom, driven to ruins by a vengeful and unyielding evil dimmed those stars out.


Amidst those choking clouds, a new light began to shine. Before the broken gates to the shattered Moon Palace, a single blue disk appeared in the air, nearly twenty feet above the cavern of a newly formed crater. The disk's light began to swirl and intensify, its outer ring suddenly blazing forth. Then, with a blinding flash, the ring shot downward at speeds unimaginable, ten feet, where it promptly disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Within the cylinder it had formed, was the figure of a man, standing with fists clenched at his sides, a sword belted across his back, and a cloak hanging from his shoulders.

The blue light faded, its cargo delivered, and the man opened his eyes…and saw the ground rushing up at him. His eyes widened in surprise, but he instantly reacted and adjusted his body to take the fall without injury. His strength was enough to that he could fall much farther than twenty feet and not be hurt. He landed softly in the center of the crater, looked up at the circular rim, and instantly knew what he was in.

He was instantly alert, hand up at the sword's blue jewel-encrusted silver hilt, reaching out with his mind to take account of the situation, and who was around. He sensed a myriad of beings scattered through the area, beings of darkness and hate. His eyes narrowed…creatures of the Negaverse. He continued his probe, finding only the dark minions. He stretched farther and faster; becoming concerned that he was sensing no one from the Moon Kingdom. Only Dark Ones… Where were his friends? The warriors? The nobles of the kingdom? His daughter? And where was his…the queen?

Suddenly, through the mass of evil and hate, he sensed a being of light. This light was intense, and could only be wrought by one person, a person he knew better than anyone in the universe did. And the dark ones were closing on her.

Instantly he leaped upon the rim of the crater, and was sprinting west through the ruins of the Moon Kingdom, legs pumping, pushing him at speeds unheard of among mortal beings. He tried to ignore the shattered buildings he remembered being whole, with people in front of them, happy and carefree in the peace of the moon. However, he was unable to block out the figures of those once lively people lining the streets, their forms motionless and almost always lying in a red pool. Some were pale the force of Negaverse energy having ripped through their bodies, robbing them of life as well as essence.

The black-cloaked man rounded a corner, and saw the killers. Dark warriors, cheering and shouting as the advanced down the streets, knowing their ultimate triumph was nearing as they approached the last of their prey, the queen herself. Countless they were, in the air and on the ground, dressed in their gray warrior's attire, males and females, monsters and demi-humans, bearing swords and spears and other unnamed weapons of death.

The man stopped short of them, a rage building within him. Giving in to rage was the last thing he was trained to do, but nevertheless, the sight before him was more than he could take. His body began to glow with light, as he took in energy, his already formidable strength becoming greater, his eyes glowed a dark blue, and his sword was drawn, blue jewels on the hilt shining the same color as his eyes, it's blade reaching towards the ash clouded image of the earth in the heavens.

The dark warriors turned with surprise, not believing that they'd missed a single being during their assaults. But they charged him anyway, since killing was their only mission. Their profane war cries were drowned out as the black-cloaked terror before them roared. It was not a roar of a just man, but a man and a beast, like a lion's roar superimposed upon a man's cry of rage. The warriors hesitated from a silent fear creeping up within them, but they charged still, if only slightly slower.

The man had taken in as much power as he could, and now released it, with a fury he'd previously never experienced. Thick bolts of lightning streamed from his hands as he thrust them towards his attackers, and the first two lines fell to the ground, quivering from shock and death. Those who attacked from the air met fiery energy, and crashed into the ruins and streets. More lightning crashed deep into the ranks of the dark warriors, who were now stumbling over themselves to run away from the horror before them.

But the man would not let them run away that easily, and he pursued them, now using his sword on anyone unfortunate enough to have him lay eyes upon.

"Enough!" came the shout from above, and all the warriors stopped, knowing whose deep voice that was. "I'll deal with this."

The man paused, looking up at a male warrior with long white hair, cruel eyes, and a sword soaked in red. The decorations marked him as a general. But those cruel eyes widened with fear as recognition came to him. He took a step back, despite having his subordinates all around him.

"You!" spoke the general. "You're supposed to be dead! You can't be here!"

"And just who are you?" the black-cloaked man said, electric bolts sparking between his fingertips. "So that I may know what name to put on your grave."

The general regained his composure at the taunt, an evil anger burning in his merciless eyes. "I am Malachite, first general to her Majesty, Queen Beryl of the Nega-"

His sentence was cut off as the man released a lightning bolt into the center of Malachite's chest. He staggered back, half conscious, and would have fallen if a reddish-brown haired female had not caught him.

The man had another bolt ready for the kill, when there was suddenly a light from the west. The light was silver, very bright, and extraordinarily beautiful. The dark warriors looked on in curious apprehension, not knowing what to make of it.

But the black-cloaked man knew. And was already running through them. "No!" he cried, knowing exactly what was happening. "NO!!!!" he screamed again, and ran even faster, his legs burning as he streaked through the last ranks of the invaders.

It was as if he'd hit a wall, and he fell to the ground, stunned. The energy wave which originated from the light source, stopped him, but then passed him over and advanced on those from the Negaverse. The warriors' faces showed fear, then terror, and finally shock as the energy from the Imperium Silver Crystal raced through them, sending them-not painlessly- back to their own dimension, sealing them off for a thousand years.

As their screams faded into the silence of the dead planetoid, the black cloaked man whispered, "No."

He rose, and walked westward, where the light's source had died. Slowly he walked, still stunned and ears ringing from the crystal's energy wave. His sword tip dragged through the piles of debris and dust, his hands barely able to grasp the hilt as his senses slowly returned to normal.

After several minutes of walking/staggering, he rounded a fallen pillar, and saw his goal. A woman was lying on a stone slab under one last remaining arch, one arm dangling of the edge, the other above her head. Her hair was silver, drawn up into two masses on her head, from which fell two streams of silver glory, except now those streams of hair were scattered about her youthful, astonishingly beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell irregularly.

The man forgot his injury, and rushed to her side, falling to his knees, bowing his head down, unable to look at her dying form. He felt her hand touch his head, and he raised his head, tears streaming down his dusty, ash-stained face. He looked into her wondrous eyes, which were now opened, and saw she was smiling very faintly. "Why?" he asked through teeth clenched with grief. "Why did you use the crystal? I would have held them off. All of them, my love. Why?"

She put her hand gently to the side of his face, and her face went from a smile to overwhelming grief. "My husband, we are all lost. The people, the court, the senshi, our… daughter. They're all lost."

He began sobbing. Eyes shut, tears still streaming, his hand clenched on the stone slab's edge, and crushed it. "I should have been here, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I failed you. I failed-"

She weakly raised her hand to his lips, silencing him. "It's over now," she said. "We are all dead. Except for you. You must live."

"No, I cannot live without you. I WILL NOT live without you, Serenity. I cannot!"

"Listen to me!" she half shouted, but the effort made her limp in his arms. With an effort, she held herself to consciousness. "I used the Imperium Silver Crystal to send our daughter's essence to the future earth, along with Endymion and her guardians. My life for theirs. You must live to…protect them." Consciousness was slipping from her. "Promise me you will not kill yourself for what has happened here. Promise me!"

He once again roared to the stars, his grief and wrath raging inside him. But upon looking down at his wife's face, love pushed those emotions aside. "I promise." He said at last. "I will see our daughter again, when she is reborn. I swear it!"

She sighed with content, letting herself slip away. "In one thousand years, give her my love, my darling. I love you…Michael." And with that her spirit slipped free of her body.

Michael held her, his face gleaming from tears, as panic took his face. He could no longer feel her presence. It had always been there, even across the galaxy he had felt it. And now, it was as if the universe had become an empty shell, echoing with hollowness from end to end. He set her down, looked to the earth in the sky, and roared once again, and this time he took in power. But now it was like never before. The rage he had felt when battling the dark warriors was nothing compared to this. Hatred, guilt, grief, love, hope…all manifested in his power at that moment. Then he was running, and releasing his emotions. Fire and lightning blazed forth from both he and the sky upon the ruins of the Moon Kingdom. Walls fell like stacked leaves, buildings which had some cohesion left to them were obliterated. All ruins were incinerated, melted under his fiery vengeance, and vengeance he desperately wanted directed towards himself, though turned away by his vow. A barrage of this magnitude would have killed even him, though he would not have resisted any attack at that point. But there was no one to take him. He was utterly alone on the moon, charging through the ruined streets, destroying all traces of the kingdom, or burying them under dirt and debris. The palace became a crater, the large park where his daughter played and met with her friends, became a gaping hole in the surface of the moon.

He raged for hours, his raw emotions still feeding his outburst, until he came full circle to his beloved. A fireball burned in his hand, ready to be hurled at the arch under which she lay. But the sight of her softened his heart, and the fire was instead hurled into the ground before him, making a small, person-sized hole. He was calm now, composed, the sobbing and raging ceased. Michael, tear-soaked with ashen covered face, picked up his beloved from the stone slab on which she had died. He caressed her face one last time, and then lowered her gently into the hole he had just made in the ground.

But as a remembrance of her in the next thousand years, and to keep him focused on her memory and that of their daughter, he cut one of the silver locks from its source on the top of her head. He felt somewhat guilty defaming her wondrous beauty, but in the painful years to come, he needed something to link himself with her. And for the rest of his life, it would be more valuable to him than anything. With his mind, he gripped the surrounding dirt, and filled the hole in a mere minute, burying the Moon Queen with her lost kingdom.

"Goodbye, Serenity, my love." he said gravely, composure totally regained. He looked over her grave at the devastation he had just caused and felt regret for it. So looking down to her, said his final words to his beloved. "For your memory, I vow I will never shed tears again. Until I regain our daughter's love, I will not release this grief. I swear it."
Thus the Prince consort to Queen Serenity turned and left the Moon Kingdom in grief and regret…never to return there again.


Earth Year: 2215 C.E.
Location: The Crystal Palace, Crystal Tokyo, Planet Earth


Neo-Queen Serenity woke with a start. She looked around her room to make sure where she was, and sighed. Not again, she thought to herself. It was the dream she'd been having on and off since she was in her late teens, over two hundred years ago. A dark, shady man, towering over her, his cape swirling behind him, muttering encouraging words to her. It will be all right, or, Do not worry, I'll be here for you always, or even, Our love will always be for you, my child. This inevitably caused her to look for the other subject of the "we". And, as always, she would find the face of her mother, smiling her shining smile, filled with love and adoration.

"Hey, you okay?" came a slightly concerned, slightly groggy voice from her bed near him.

"I'm fine, Darien. Just that dream again with my mother. Go back to sleep."

"Oh, okay, I'll just go back to…" the rest he mumbled in his descent back to unconsciousness.

Serenity, however, was far from sleep. She whirled her legs out from under the covers, and got out of bed. Though it was warm, and no one could see in her room, she wrapped a silk robe around her anyway and walked to the "window" of the royal apartments, though the fact that the whole palace was one large crystal made every outer wall a one way window. She looked out over the night lights of Crystal Tokyo, sighing as she suddenly felt the pressures of both ruling the earth and the physical pressures of maintaining harmony in the city. She sighed again.

Then she thought of the dream, the reassurance of her mother and the shady man. It seemed irrational to her, but it actually seemed to relieve a little of the pressure. She smiled slightly, and turned to walk back to bed, where her true love lay in his typical near-coma sleeping state.

[Next: A reunion… of sorts.]